at home, at home, at home

legs crossed on the floor
if there was an audience, they’d mock
the way our bodies were tangled
an awkward mesh–
but I felt like a small branch,
and him the same,
and we, in a complicated braid
made a nest, a home with our bodies.

i, propped up on his knee
did not need to strain upwards
to meet his lips–
instead, nestled in the abode of our bodies
our hearts met for the first time
and made itself at home, at home
at home.

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